By Jason “Uncle Jay” Cicalese
"Return of the Jedi,” the third film in George Lucas’ original “Star Wars” trilogy, is celebrating its 35th birthday today. It was ‘the’ film that every “Star Wars” fan was waiting for. “The Empire Strikes Back” truly left us kids hangin’: Vader confessing he’s Luke’s Poppa; Han Solo getting frozen in carbonite; and just who is “The Other” that Yoda is speaking of? And all of this is topped with the fact that the rebels get their asses handed to them, big time. As stated in my memoir of “Empire,” to a 7-year old, this is a pretty harsh cliffhanger, especially when you’re told that you won’t know the answers till you’re 10!!

May 24, 1983. Tuesday. 7:30pm. Tomorrow was the big day! The day I’ve waited three extra long hard years for! “Star Wars III” (as many referred to it back then) was finally upon us, and I had a top-secret plan! I called my friends Blondie (who was 11), and Jose (who was 10) and told them my bright idea. They thought it was genius and they were all for it. You see, my mother promised she would take me, and my two cousins to see “Jedi” that following Saturday, the matinee showing. The 25th was a Wednesday, school was still in session, my mom worked and wasn’t fond on going to the movies on weeknights, so there was no way I could see the movie before then. But there was NO WAY I could wait three more fuckin’ days! I needed to see that movie tomorrow somehow. It didn't help that there weren't any movie theaters in the Ironbound at the time. My big plan: to play hooky from school and, trek out see the movie.

The lights dimmed, we all clapped, and the coming attractions came on. I remember the trailers being “WarGames,” “Krull,” and “Octopussy”…and then the 20th Century Fox Fanfare kicked in…I remember Jose, who sat next to me on the right shaking me in excitement…”Can you believe it?!”
And we sat back and watched, “Return of the Jedi.”
Predictably, we loved every second of it (except for Boba Fett’s demise, even
for a kid, that was weak). After hearing about these characters over a span of
two films, we finally got to see Jabba the Hutt and The Emperor (the cameo in
“Empire” doesn’t really count). We watched Han Solo get defrosted; Yoda
confirming Vader as Pops; Obi-Wan using a fucked up point of view to explain
things; Luke and Leia are twins (so it’s ok to kiss your sister?); Vader has
good in him; primitive warrior Teddy Bears takin' out the Empire; and Admiral
Ackbar confirms that he’s the baddest muthafuckin’ Rebel in the universe!

My con-artist skills were pretty damn advanced for a kid shy of 10, but the
fact that this was “Star Wars”...I truly had no problems acting excited all
over again for my mother when she took me to the Saturday matinee three days
later, because I really was excited to see it again.
In closing, I have to say, I look at a 10-year old now, and
I say to myself, “what the fuck was I thinking,” anything could have happened.
But it didn’t, we three little peckerheads pulled it off. I lucked out really.
Truancy officers never came to my house, and my teacher never questioned my
“sickness plea” the next day. This was a different time, you got away with a
lot back then. Jose did indeed get busted by his parents for this stunt. He
went to a Catholic school where they were a bit more strict, and they called
his house. Since he was Portuguese, his Dad beat the hell out of him. Jose
simply told me, “It was worth it.” This is the same guy that went to juvenile
hall six years later for stealing a car.
Anyway, this is a cherished memory of mine and that’s what I
was doing exactly 35 years ago today!
May the Force be with you!!
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